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The text of this poem could not be published because of Copyright laws.
Jorge Luis Borges
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Tuesday, December 31, 2002 |
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Wednesday, January 25, 2012 |
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Read poems about / on: solitude, dream, cat, sun, time, mirror
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Comments about this poem (To a Cat
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Jorge Luis Borges
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Ramesh T A (10/14/2010 7:38:00 AM)
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Cat's careful activity so ancient in nature like Ganges river, smooth as dream and silent as night allowing caress by hand of the master are wonderfully expressed here by the poet! Nice poem to read!
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Lee Sonneville (2/21/2010 4:59:00 PM)
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Just for fun, I will attempt to translate this more literally from the spanish:
They are not more silent the mirrors
nor more furtive the adventuress dawn
you are, under the moon, that panther
that is given to us to make out from afar
by indescribable works of a decree
devine, we look for you vainly
more remote than the Ganges and the west wind
yours is the loneliness, yours the secret
your back consenting to the sullen
caresses of my hand. You've allowed,
from that eternity that is already oblivion,
love from the distrustful hand.
In another time you are. You are the owner
of a closed realm like a dream.
I'm not saying this is the 'real' version of the poem and definately not the more refined,
it's just more word for word than the version above. Interesting to see how much
things change in translation.
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archie langford (10/15/2009 3:17:00 AM)
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smokey came to my kitchen door deciding she would own me I tried to resist
but I became her slave that`s a cat
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Edgar Eslit (10/14/2009 9:21:00 PM)
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Cat got many lives and so is this poem. It wanders all along with the deaf echo of the wind. Let's not wake the slumber of its verse before the cat shades its fur.
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Kevin Straw (10/14/2009 5:40:00 AM)
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A wonderfully suggestive poem describing the indescribable: somewhere we have long departed from, but which haunts us sometimes with an almost physical sense of its presence.
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Nancy Chambers (10/14/2008 11:39:00 AM)
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What a great description about a cat. 'You have accepted,
since that long forgotten past,
the love of the distrustful hand.' I have one of these creatures
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Mary Naylor (10/14/2007 4:59:00 PM)
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You weave a mood! You've caught the spirit of a beautiful animal! Very original imagery and thought.
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Jerry Beavers (5/4/2006 7:31:00 PM)
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I am envious of anyone who can come up with such a way to say how quiet a cat is ('Mirrors are not more silent') . And how better to contrast the coldness of the cat's unrevealing eyes ('nor the creeping dawn more secretive') with the emotions that pour from a dog's every look? Even the nighttime prowlings of my cat is done as if our basement were 'a place bounded like a dream.'
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